Okay, okay, I know! "You have Life after Slade to write!" BLAH BLAH BLAHHHHHH! Quit nagging me! I can handle two stories! Pfft… I just had this idea that wants to get out, NOW. And well, I can't really stop it…
I got the idea after I went to an anime store, I saw these Naruto action figures, and I wondered, "What if they had Akatsuki action figures!" and so that thought evolved into, this.
So now, I'm gonna have Gaara read the disclaimer!
Gaara: I don't want to…
panda: Read it before I cut off your teddy bear's head.
Gaara: You wouldn't touch Mr. Snuggles…
panda: Read it, or Mr. Snuggles gets it.
Gaara: ima-panda-hear-me-roar does not own Naruto, nor any of the songs or shows, mentioned in this.
panda: Okay, here *hands Gaara the teddy bear* you can go now.
.::~{+}{+}{+}::.
There they were, just sitting there on the shelf. I stared at them, they stared right back at me.
"I need those action figures, Lynn." I said, as seriously as I could. I can't help it, I'm not a very serious person.
"Kit, look at me," She spun me around, so that I faced her. "I already told you, you don't need them."
"But Lynn," Widening my eyes, I gave her my super-duper-puppy-dog-pout-of-doom, "I do need them, I will die without them. They're Akatsuki action figures."
"Kit, you won't die without them," she rolled her eyes, "You can get them later."
I huffed, "Some best friend you are."I loved the Akatsuki, and yet she wasn't nice enough to help me pay for the action figures. Sure I had enough, but I didn't want to spend all my money. So what if I'm cheap?
"Nineteen ninety five my foot…" I sighed. Those were the last action figures of them for sale. I sighed again, "The Akatsuki are worth it." I thought.
Quickly, I grabbed the box and ran over to the checkout, pushing numerous people out of way doing so.
"Hello, I'd like to buy this, please." I said, placing the box on the counter.
"Okay," the cashier said, completely ignoring the complaining people I had just shoved into random things. "That'll be fifteen dollars and twenty eight cents, please."
"Wait, the tag said twenty bucks." I said, quite confused.
"Oh, we're having a sale." I read the cashier's name tag; Melinda.
I mentally slapped myself, how could I have missed that? I handed her sixteen dollars, I was too lazy to count change. She handed me a plastic bag with the box inside, and my change, which I threw into the "Tips" jar.
At that moment, my mom appeared inside the store, "Ready to go, Kit, Lynn?"
"Yeah, yeah, mom, I'm coming." I sighed and followed Lynn towards the door, my blonde and blue hair flying behind me.
Lynn and I skipped together out to the car, carrying our many plushies in our arms.
"I call chainsaw!" I yelled, yanking the left backdoor open.
"I call bazooka!" She yanked the right backdoor open, and we raced each other to see who could put on their belt buckles first.
"I win. Ha!" I pouted, darn her and her reflexes.
My mom got into the front seat, chuckling, she was used to this by now, Lynn practically lived with us. She's my best friend after all.
Lynn has brown hair and dark green eyes, and is shorter than me by three inches, even though she's older. She likes to wear darker colors, but she'll always add white into her outfits somehow.
I have blonde hair, with blue streaks, and really light honey colored eyes. I convinced my mom to let me get a lip piercing, just a ring through my lower lip. My clothes are always ripped, or torn, or sewn to look inside out, and the colors vary with my mood.
The car ride to my house consisted of Lynn and I playing "American Idol" with our plushies. I made the Itachi one sing Tik Tok. The winner was Zetsu with his song I feel Pretty.
Once we got home, my mom had to start packing for a business trip, I don't have dad, he and my mom got divorced when I was five.
She was going to be gone for three weeks, entrusting me to go to school, she made pinkie swear on that one, and do my homework. I didn't mind this, she left me to go on business trips a lot. But those were usually for a day or two, never three weeks. Even though she smiled, I knew she was completely worried something might happen to me.
"You got everything?" I asked. She nodded, her pale blonde hair bobbing with her head. "Okay, mom. You'll miss your flight if you don't hurry." I gave her hug.
"I'll miss you, Kittie." I winced at my nick-name.
"I'll miss you too, mom. I love you." I let go, and she climbed into her car.
"Bye Miss E!" Lynn waved.
"Bye Lenny." My mom waved back at her, I saw Lynn's eye twitch at the sound of her nickname.
With that, my mom drove off.
I sighed, "I want to open my Akatsuki action figures."
"Okay, I'm gonna go make some ramen." Lynn answered.
"You do that." I skipped off into my room.
.::~{+}{+}{+}~::.
"Stupid plastic…" I muttered, cutting the box open with my pocketknife. I took the lid off and reached inside to pull out the action figures, ignoring the plastic scraping against my skin.
I examined my arm after pulling out all the figurines, it was covered in scratches.
"Ow…" I murmured.
"What's going on, un?" I heard a voice say. Snapping my head up I looked around the room for the source of the voice.
"That's a good question, brat." Okay, I swear to Jashin that sounded exactly like Sasori from Naruto: Shippuden.
"Guys, calm down, I sure we can figure out what's going on, it's probably a genjutsu or something."
Okay, I'm going insane, I'm hearing Akatsuki voices in my head. Never knew I was that much of a fangirl…
"No, Kisame, it isn't a genjutsu." I spun around in my swivel chair, and faced the source.
"Holy crap, un."
I sat there, stupidly, while watching miniature Akatsuki stare right back at me, talking.
Action figures don't talk. They're made of plastic. Plastic I tell you! Plastic doesn't talk!
"Hey, Kit. What's with the voices? You watching anime again?" Lynn peeked her head through my door.
"Lynn… you see them too, right?
"Yeah, I see them, but can I explain them? No."
"Well this is just craptastic." I stated, blutly.
.::~{+}{+}{+}~::.
How was it? REVIEW NOW OR MR. SNUGGLES GETS HIS HEAD RIPPED OFF!
Gaara: Noooo! Review! Please!